Chastity Reversed: Part-Time Life by the All-Girls High School - Chapter 28: School Scene

“Ugh… so exhausting.”

It was Monday today.

In other words, a weekday. In other words, school.

The start of another week. Damn it.

… I just wanted to get to my part-time job already.

I wanted to focus solely on organizing merchandise.

Was I a workaholic (corporate drone) in the making?

Sure, being a stay-at-home husband didn’t sound appealing to me. 

But in this world, most men dreamed of becoming one. Like, “My future goal is to be a househusband!” or something.

In my old world, saying that would probably get me punched by a girl—

[Next stop: ○× Station, ○× Station.]

Anyway.

While swaying on the train, I listed off these trivial thoughts.

At school, my unstyled hair and growing bangs were starting to get in the way.

“Huff… huff…”

“You’re terrible at this. Should I call the station staff?”

“!?”

This creep had been touching my thigh for a while now. Did they really think they wouldn’t get caught?

No wonder male-only train cars had been increasing lately.

… But honestly, those cars were full of old men wearing makeup and reeking of perfume. Not my thing either.

What kind of hellish scene was that? It was normal here, but I still couldn’t get used to it.

“If you don’t want your life ruined, end it today. Got it?”

“Ah…”

“…You…”

I whispered this into her ear, and she let out some weird noise.

Don’t sound like you’re enjoying it! This isn’t ASMR!

At this point, I was too stunned to even be angry anymore.

“‘ASMR: Life-Ruining Groper Edition’”… Who would even want that? Oh wait—it’s you, isn’t it?

Sigh…

Ahh, seriously. What a bizarre world I’d ended up in.

***

“Morning—Tanaka, Takahashi.”

“! Good morning, Sato.”

“G-good morning…”

“Oh, hey, nice! You’ve already bought this week’s Jump.”

“Ah—”

“Haha, pervy.”

Laughing as I moved behind them to peek at the page they were reading—it was from an ecchi manga. 

… A blond pretty boy being spied on while he bathed. Wait, this was a full spread. Two pages for this? Seriously?

Even as a guy looking at this… yeah, nothing about it excited me.

As expected of this reversed world. Female protagonists with male love interests were the norm here.

“This guy was staring at it the whole time!”

“N-no, I wasn’t!”

“Haha! So you’re into this kind of thing, Tanaka?”

“What’s wrong with that?! It’s not like someone like him would ever notice me anyway!”

“No, no. With these princely types who seem out of reach? You’d actually have a shot.”

“…Really?”

“Yep, yep. Surprisingly little competition for them.”

“I see…”

“Well… not that you’d stand a chance.”

“Hey!”

…Of course, both of them were girls. 

They often chatted about shoujo manga and anime together; that was how we became friends over time.

It was confusing because shoujo manga here was like hardcore shonen manga in my old world—action-packed with intense battles and dramatic twists.

On the other hand, shonen manga here just didn’t click with me. Sure, there were some good ones, but most were romance-focused nowadays. Villainous noble sons seemed to be trending lately.

“—This is inappropriate. Put it away.”

“Oh, hey there, Class Rep. Morning.”

“…Good morning, Sato-san. Your shirt button is undone.”

“Oh, my bad. You’re observant as always—must be why you’re on the student council.”

“…It’s nothing special.”

“You were totally staring at my collarbone though, Aikawa.”

“N-no, I wasn’t! Buttons have existed since 4000 BC as amulets in ancient Egypt and were used as decorative items indicating social rank—”

“I’m falling asleep here.”

“Homeroom hasn’t even started yet.”

“She’s so bad at covering up when she gets flustered.”

While half-listening to her trivia rant, I buttoned up my shirt.

Aikawa… She was an intellectual type who looked great in glasses.

She was also the textbook definition of someone secretly pervy; earlier, she sneaked a peek at Takahashi’s manga before scolding us about it.

She might have some stealth skills too—no one else noticed except me. I guess my part-time job as an anti-shoplifting agent paid off (smug face).

“So, Sato-kun… bitten on the neck again?”

“Happens year-round with him.”

“…I’ve noticed that too.”

“Well, yeah—I’m only popular with bugs. Don’t worry about it.”

“T-that makes sense!”

“It’s just Sato after all!”

Laughing along with them felt natural. 

Apparently, I fell under the “girly guy” category here—a male equivalent of what was called “tomboy girls” back in my old world.

Guys like me—who enjoyed girl-oriented content—weren’t exactly popular here either. Masculinity here revolved around traits like “delicate charm”, “shyness”, and “elegance”. In simpler terms, being “cute”, which I completely lacked.

On top of that, I deliberately avoided grooming myself too much—my long bangs made me look like some kind of potato boy (or something).

At work, though, I styled my hair and put on light makeup to appear more masculine. No one from school recognized me there… probably.

“…You’re staring too much, Class Rep. What? Thought it was a hickey?”

“…What does that mean?”

“You totally know what it means.”

“Your eyes are darting around—you hiding fish in those glasses?”

“Wha—?! Y-you’re so annoying!”

“Haha! Like Sato would ever show up with something like that!”

“What?!”

The two girls teased her relentlessly—it was such a familiar scene by now.

“So tell me—do you think I could ever date a girl?”

“Nope.”

“No way.”

“Well… neither could you two though.”

“Gah!”

“That’s just petty revenge!”

Mornings spent joking around with these girl friends felt oddly comfortable—the same way hanging out with guys did back in my old world.

Though sadly enough…

I didn’t have any male friends here.

“There they go again.”

“So shameless.”

“Why would he even hang out with those girls?”

If I listened closely enough, I could hear their whispers.

Girls hated other girls here; guys hated other guys there—it was universal hostility within genders.

And since I only hung out with girls? My male classmates despised me across the board.

At first… yeah—it really messed me up emotionally for a while.

Clatter!

“!!!”

“Oh look—the idol boy has arrived.”

The classroom door opened—and “he” stepped in—and instantly changed the atmosphere in the room.

His soft black hair had a bluish tint and framed his face perfectly; makeup would almost feel redundant on such naturally flawless features. His slender frame exuded fragility—you’d instinctively want to protect him.

My first thought when seeing him was: ‘So traps really do exist.’

“Good morning~!”

“GOOD MORNING!!!”

With his high-pitched voice full of cheerfulness, he greeted everyone—and all the girls responded enthusiastically in unison.

His name was Kanata Azuma—a literal idol who belonged to an agency and occasionally skipped school due to work commitments.

“…Huh?”

“…?”

Why was he looking over here?

Wait—was he looking at me?

No way—it must be someone else nearby…

And so begun another day in this upside-down world where everything felt just slightly off-kilter—but somehow still manageable for now…